Hard Luck Stories

Intro /u>     Pick me up eight o’clock   i’ll meet you on the sidewalk                 or honk twice keep it running   i promise not to take long        just my springsteen records and the favorite things my blue jean jacket and the clothes i’m in and one million good reasons to hit the car ceiling                 don’t stop go deep we can sleep when we get there                we’ll take turns at the wheel just go take us anywhere          i took my good-luck nickel and a pair of shades i want to trade this winter for the sunny days     or whatever the season i’m gonna breathe in                                         and ain’t it funny how the rain keeps running down the windshield i’m still holding my doorkeys i should throw them in the backseat      among the hard luck stories and the long lost dreams the six-pack wrappers and the bad ideas    or whatever is keeping me from sleeping      i let a good girl go with a bad excuse the radio’s playing that rich kid’s blues and i don’t know what the song is about i take real deep hits just to shut them out and there’s a great big hole where my dreams once fit give me three four minutes and i’m over it                   whatever they’re singing whatever that girl said whatever i was thinking hey man are we there yet?                             hey man are we there yet?